Glory

What happens next? Tell me a story Put on an accent Give it some glory, in the British rain That makes you feel insane Makes you feel human to inflict your own pain Hey, what's your deal? Come on, who cares? The elevator's waiting Why would we take the stairs? Take it right onto the top And let your soul fly It's such a pretty view Just don't ask yourself why Are we just a few spirits starting to lose our form? We won't be reborn I'm not ready to ride in the sunset all on my own We won't be reborn We're not on TV Tick tick tock Open your window Undo the lock Who needs a cry? I know I do Will you help me realize my pain is true? Forgive yourself While you still can Wake up tomorrow and forgive yourself again Are we just a few spirits starting to lose our form? We won't be reborn I'm not ready to ride in the sunset all on my own We won't be reborn This could all be gone This could all be gone This could all be gone What happens next? Tell me a story Put on an accent Give it some glory